Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.